Any man who can drive safely while kissing a pretty girl is simply not giving the kiss the attention it deserves.
—Albert Einstein
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(Source: maudit)
My Left Shoe
I woke up early yesterday
to find my shoe had run away.
Not both you see, but just the right
it must’ve gone quite late at night.
And now the left is all alone
a solo shoe in a paired shoe home.
So what’s a two-foot girl to do,
with just one lonely left foot shoe?
Should I throw the shoe away?
It seems so wasteful I must say.
Or do I put it on a shelf,
in hopes someday it clones itself?
I’m at a loss with what to do,
with this poor lonely old left shoe.
What’s that you say? You saw the right?
On some tall shelf above my height?
Now who one earth would put it there…
Oh well, at least I’ve got the pair.
I do not have much patience with a thing of beauty that must be explained to be understood. If it does need additional interpretation by someone other than the creator, then I question whether it has fulfilled its purpose.
—Charlie Chaplin. Happy birthday! You remain an absolute legend and one of my favorite inspirations.
Photographer: My Mother
Subjects: The children of a Maasai tribe and myself
Place: Kenya
A while back I posted a photo from this same day, but I thought it would be interesting to show the two POV’s. Mom finally found one of the photos she’d taken of me taking photos with the Maasai children. They were so sweet and curious and I still remember them following me around that whole day wanting to know why my camera didn’t have a viewing screen on the back like the digital ones my family were using (I shoot on film).
A child can teach an adult three things: to be happy for no reason, to always be busy with something, and to know how to demand with all his might that which he desires.
— Paulo Coelho
Never be bullied into silence. Never allow yourself to be made a victim. Accept no one’s definition of your life; define yourself.
—Harvey Fierstein
Adult Advice from Children’s Books - 2
“People have stars, but they aren’t the same. For travelers, the stars are guides. For other people, they’re nothing but tiny lights. And for still others, for scholars, they’re problems. For my businessman, they were gold. But all those stars are silent stars. You, though, you’ll have stars like nobody else.” “What do you mean?” “When you look up at the sky at night, since I’ll be living on one of them, since I’ll be laughing on one of them, for you, it’ll be as if all the stars are laughing. You’ll have stars that can laugh!” And he laughed again. “And when you’re consoled (everyone is eventually consoled), you’ll be glad you’ve known me. You’ll always be my friend. You’ll feel like laughing with me. And you’ll open your windows sometimes just for the fun of it… And your friends will be amazed to see you laughing while you’re looking up at the sky. Then you’ll tell them, ‘Yes, it’s the stars. They always make me laugh!” [[Passage from ‘The Little Prince’ by Antoine De Saint Exupery]]
